Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 204 The Seemingly Correct Way of Using Edogawa Conan
"Dr. Li?"

Miwako Sato frowned, she really had a little impression of this name.However, she didn't remember any interaction between Katsumi Uehara and the kind Dr. Mediterranean. At most, he sent a fruit basket to thank him after he was discharged from the hospital.

"Yes, that's him. It may be hard for you to imagine that there is such a person in this world who can exceed ordinary people's imagination—"

"Wait a minute, you mean, you let a scientist in the scientific community create a transmitter and a tracker without permission? Or the kind that spans time?"

The tip of her pink tongue licked her slightly dry lips, and Miwako Sato, who had read the police manual three hundred times, frowned directly into high and low eyebrows.

In fact, the man who was asked the question got stuck for a moment. While blinking his eyes and pretending to be innocent, he subconsciously squeezed the pink underwear on his hand: "This should...not be a crime, right? It's not a crime."

"What do you say?"

"If you want me to say this is police-civilian cooperation. And this thing is not what I want to develop, I just picked up a ready-made one."

Miwako Sato's face became more and more strange: "Pick up ready-made ones?"

"Ahem, don't pay attention to these details Sato, in short, you just need to know that Dr. Ali didn't make these things for crime."

"Of course I believe you, but the question is, after the report is handed in, do you think those big shots will believe our inference?"

"Actually, we don't need to write."

"?"

"Look at Sato, there are only you and me here now." Katsumi Uehara raised his finger and pointed at Sato, and then pointed at himself: "Then how to write the report is not just the two of us discussing it? Dr. A Li Using this thing to do us such a big favor, in terms of emotion and reason, I can't let him live a restless life in his later years, right?"

"Then how are you going to explain this to the higher ups?"

Pacing in front of the man, the woman reached out and took off the glasses on his face and put them on the bridge of her nose. She stared at the red dot on the map of the glasses, and tapped the hidden button on the frame with her right index finger from time to time. It seems to be playing with some sci-fi product.

Seeing this, Katsumi Uehara thought about it for a moment: "Am I born with a quick mind?"

Miwako Sato, who was wearing glasses, glanced at him sideways: "Huh?"

"Then I have an informant who provided information—ah, no, I don't have an informant." Uehara Katsumi bared his teeth and rubbed his chin and changed his words immediately.

He has only been in the third department for a year, and he spends nearly two-thirds of his working time in a year except for holidays. He has never been out of the office building of the Metropolitan Police Department. There is a hairy informant.

"It's the end of being lazy." Stopped playing with the glasses, and Miwako Sato took them off with a smile on her lips: "Fortunately, I have quite a few informants."

"Really?" Uehara Katsumi raised his eyebrows: "Lend me one? Pay it back to you someday?"

"no problem."

Handing the glasses back to the man, Miwako Sato subconsciously glanced at the underwear that was still pinched by his left hand: "How do you feel?"

"Pretty big."

Shaking the underwear, Uehara Katsumi smiled unabated: "Don't say, if no one comes to make trouble, I'm really looking forward to whether she will seduce me at night, and whether I will be as good as a jade at that time is a big question." It's a problem."

"Are you quite proud?"

Miwako Sato took an evidence bag casually, took the underwear and sealed it inside, and said with a smile: "Do you want to let you continue the unfinished interrogation after you get back?"

"It's not impossible, I'm the worst at refusing."

Putting on the tracking glasses with one hand, the smile on the corner of Katsumi Uehara's mouth gradually became sharper: "Now, it's time for us to be invited to this carnival party."

1 minute later.

"Police! I'm Sato, I have an informant who found Chris Binyard! He is currently fleeing towards Okuhocho!"

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"boom!"

Okuho Town, in a certain alley.

After simply knocking out a passerby who was seduced by him with a helmet, Belmode took off his coat and trousers and put them on himself, and changed a pair of shoes along the way.

Conan, who was hiding far away, was holding the skateboard in one hand, and was constantly adjusting the observation distance of the tracking glasses with the other. He didn't take out his phone until he saw the target change clothes and come out of the alley. Katsumi Uehara's number——

"Hey?"

"Uehara, where have you been?"

"It's not far from the destination. I saw it stopped on the map. Did she change clothes?"

"Ah, yes, she made a detour to Okuho-cho for safety reasons. You're right, if I don't follow, you won't be able to do anything even if you have a transmitter sewn inside your suit."

Noticing that Belmode walked to the nearby parking lot and opened the door lock, Conan, who was proficient in driving away a new car, slowly lowered the skateboard, estimated the distance, and waited for a while before stepping on the skateboard and setting off: "She is in I randomly found a man near an alley in a suburb of Okusui Town, knocked him out and changed his clothes, and now the route should be to go back to Mihua Town."

"Understood, keep up and don't get caught, and let me know if there are any changes. The police are currently passive, and you are the only hope. Don't pull your hips and don't be impulsive."

"Understood, I will keep a distance from her. Oh, by the way, she changed to a passer-by's white Mercedes, the license plate number is..."

Hanging up the phone, Conan, who was stepping on the skateboard, suppressed the excitement in his heart, let out a breath slowly, and hung far behind the target vehicle.

With the existence of tracking glasses, he can completely perform tracking behaviors at ultra-long distances.

Meanwhile, the police car gets in.

Seeing her partner hang up the phone, Miwako Sato who was driving the car couldn't help asking curiously: "Didn't you say you have no informants? Who is this?"

"Have you heard of the motley crew on Baker Street, Sato?" Katsumi Uehara, who was turning his phone, turned his head and looked out the window, stroking his chin with one hand, and said with a chuckle.

"Baker Street? Who? Holmes?" Sato Miwako was puzzled, and where did this come from.

"The detective team that appeared in the Sherlock Holmes series of novels is composed of street children, and has helped Holmes a lot successively."

False Boys Detective Team: make up three small groups;
True Boys Detectives: Detective Conan.

Katsumi Uehara felt that he seemed to have figured out how to use Conan's instructions correctly.

"Street children?"

Instinctively, Miwako Sato thought of Katsumi Uehara's background in the orphanage, opened her mouth, but did not continue to ask after all: "So, you are Sherlock Holmes?"

"How should I put it... I actually like Brother Quinn better." Seeing the route and address on the new email, Uehara Katsumi pouted: "Turn around at the next intersection, let's take a shortcut."

"Who is Brother Quinn?" Miwako Sato raised her eyebrows after turning on the turn signal.

"You do not know?"

"Should I know?"

"Next time you come to my house, I will make up your lessons for you."

squeak! ! !
What responded to Uehara Katsumi was the sudden drift of Miwako Sato's foot.

The wheels of the car were almost smoking on the road, but the man's face still showed no discomfort.

Nearly two hours later, Belmode, who had made countless detours, finally returned to the organization stronghold where Gin Jiu and the others were located.

　Put a small bowl~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)